With my head
on your shoulder
I watch
the moon
and the stars
and the clouds
take flight
through a fogged-up windshield
on the eve of Earth's
existential
what-if
we ride our pocket
of brightness
listening to
a music
of corduroy
and nylon
holding our breaths
as the wheels lift
and dip
to the whims
of a country byway
across spacetime's
extended grace
3 comments:
One does wonder, if the asteroid had hit, how many people would have been doing it. :)
Everything's more intense under a threat of total annihilation. :)
"listening to
a music
of corduroy
and nylon"
Could you BE more subtle about it? :)
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